Sorrow Goes Tomorrow
Jeff will be coming tomorrow
To kick out my crushing sorrow.
I don’t wish to again borrow;
Face anew an Angry Zorro
Or to the Stinking Rich “Hello!”
Mocking tongues to voice “Smart Fellow!”
He’s surfacing tomorrow
To expel the longest sorrow:
From my forehead quit each furrow;
Into shell hardship shall burrow…
Yet, Lord God’s Name I shall hallow
And Christ along link with halo;
My New Bible not leave fallow…
I will have become hollow
By the time Jeff like Christ follow…
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2023
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